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حديث عن الام بالانجليزي

حديث عن الام بالانجليزي



حديث عن الام بالانجليزي

MOTHER'S CERTIFICATION

Godly Queen with mother's flanks,
Listen to the bitter supplication
Widows with few deniers
Whose sons are your prisoners:
If you want that
God loves you
And forgive the jailer himself,
Pray for a salutary fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

It is said that we saw tears
In your soft, unarmed looks;
that
God make these tears fall.
On a front heavy with our misfortunes.
Relieve the earth in madness;
Pour in clemency;
And pray from heavenly dread
For all the prisoners of the king!

Because it's your children, madam,
Adopted at the bottom of your soul,
When they are free,
Stowed under your golden branch;
Remind the royal hate
What they do one day from their chains;

And pray cautiously
For all the prisoners of the king!

Do not feel your guts
Shiver with fresh funerals
Whose pavements are mourning?
He is already big the coffin!
Nobody killed your daughters;
Give us whole families:
Pray with a frightened maternal
For all the prisoners of the king!

As
Esmer knelt
And saintly humiliated
Between the people and the executioner,
Recall the sword in the sheath;
Your soldiers go head down.
The blood is heavy, the hate weary:
Pray with fearful fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

Do not suffer your hedgerows
Change into lugubrious cages;
All man's work is incomplete;
It is in vain that we tend the net,
In front of those who keep their wings.
For one day yours are beautiful,
Pray for an angelic dread
For all the prisoners of the king!

Mrs ! the jails are full;
The air is lacking for so many breaths;
Our children come out dead!
Where does remorse begin?
If it is more beautiful than innocence,
May he help the power,

And pray for an ardent fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

It's hunger, believe our tears,
Who, feverish, sharpened their weapons.
You do not understand hunger:
She kills, we rebel finally! O you! whose milk is still flowing.
Our dried-up breast implores you:
Pray for a charitable fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

See how the
Providence
Confound the oppressive imprudence;
As she opens with her torches,
Bastilles and tombs;
Freedom is his breath
Who of a rock makes a plain:
Pray for a prophetic fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

When our cries rekindle the war,
Heart without mercy finds hardly any;
The man who has not forgiven anything;
Is seen by the abandoned man;
Bloody names, in the other life,
His terror goes on;
Pray for an innocent fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

Queen ! who say your prayers,
Women ! whose eyelid chaste
Know how to read in the book of
God ;
By the evils that he reads in this place.
By the cross that bleeds and forgives,
By the high power he gives you:

Queen ! pray with humble fear
For all the prisoners of the king!

Before the changing crown,
God engraved on your angel's forehead,
Like an imperishable gift: "Love, love, forgiveness, forgiveness!"
Dove sent to the storm,
Blow these words into their courage:
And pray with all our dread,
For all the king's prisoners.

Redouble your divine examples,
Mrs ! the most beautiful temples.
It is the heart of the people; enter it!
The king of kings has chosen him well.
You! whom we loved as his mother,
Weigh our bitter pleading.
And pray for a sublime fright

For all the prisoners of the king!

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